On Saturday, it was cloudy.

The sultry air is irritating.

On the balcony on the second floor of the hotel opposite laiheng group, Lu Xiaolai nibbles at the egg cake and observes the situation through the floor glass window.

Because it was the weekend, not many people came in and out.

But not far from the gate, a group of people sat in the shade of a tree for breakfast. There was a whole row of them. Passers-by stared curiously, and the security guard of laiheng group also looked at them from time to time.

Looking at their posture, Lu Xiaolai almost spewed out the cake in his mouth.

"Poof - what are they doing? How can they make it like a scenic spot?"

"Aren't you at the theatre, too?" Gu canzhao, sitting opposite, glances out and drinks his coffee slowly.

"I'm not ordering breakfast for them to eat here. I'm ordering them to come back after eating. Who knows they..."

"Seriously, it's not good for you?"

"Well, well, I'm embarrassed to be so serious."

"You're doing good. Don't be embarrassed."

"Good thing."

Lu Xiaolai nodded, swallowed the omelette in two or three bites, said something vaguely, and wiped his mouth with a paper towel.

Gu canzhao grabbed it and pulled it back.

"What do you want to do?"

"Oh, mother Botuo..." Lu Xiaolai danced and pointed out the window.

"No way."

Lu Xiaolai swallowed the egg cake in his mouth and said again, "I'll help them. The idea is that we made it. We can't just watch the opera here, can we? Besides, one more person and one more force! "

"Stay here, and don't join in the fun." Gu canzhao was not moved.

Lu Xiaolai flattened his mouth and shook his arm: "well, I'll go and shout for them, help them, and I'll be right back, I promise!"

"If you say no, you're not allowed. Come back."

Gu canzhao pulls her back and throws her into the chair.

"Hum!" Lu Xiaolai shook his head angrily.

At this time, there was a movement downstairs.

The group whispered for a while and began to take out their equipment.

In a small corner, Chen Liqiang rolled up his trouser legs, exposed the ferocious scars on his ankle, and tied a white cloth on his head with the bold red letter "return my hard-earned money".

Several people came to Chen Liqiang and handed him a ball of things.

With anger in his eyes, Chen Liqiang looks at the towering building, stands up with the flower bed, and goes to the laiheng group with others.

As soon as Lu Xiaolai's eyes brightened, he jumped up and tried to follow him. Gu canzhao squinted, took a step, quickly grasped her arm, tightened her waist and fell back into the chair.

"What for! They'll see it. Let go of it. "

Gu canzhao tightens her arms to the back of her neck.

The warm breath brushed her skin, and the soft sound was in her ear.

"It's forbidden. If you don't understand me, I can tear it apart word by word and teach you slowly."

Lu Xiaolai's neck was stiff. He held the coffee table firmly in his hands and sat in his arms. He did not dare to move.

"Well? Do you want to go? "

"Er..." she swallowed and replied weakly, "still want to..."

Before he finished speaking, his head burst open. Lu Xiaolai blushed, covered his ears and quickly got to the tea table.

Gu canzhao patted her on the head.

Lu Xiaolai hugged his head and ran to the other side of the coffee table.

When Jiang Chunhua and Zhang Yu came in, they just saw this scene. They were both stunned and looked at each other.